The art ofMark Poutenis

I can explain ....

... it's really not my fault.

It's just that for as long as was able to walk, I always had a pen or crayon or blowtorch in my hand, and I was always drawing or building some weird thing.

Raised on a typical All-American diet of comic books, horror movies and MAD Magazine, I gravitated to really the only thing I was suited for in this strange world: making stuff that added little value to society but looked kinda neat.